At Night


Through nightly drifts
with dark blue reveries
and fading memories
repeatedly in shifts.

The time it took to see,
what lay ahead,
and dreamt the thread
existed, slept in me.

Roots nurtured altogether: same.
Foreign yet familiar name,
a golden pattern stays behind.

To shine and glitter: speak the world,
we heard it opened up and furled,
the green, the spark of life: aligned.

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